Rose Blumen ~ Exogignesthai 1

(Rose)

The weather is getting better and so is my health. And my mood.

I'm still rather hungry though. But along the ravaged buildings, I can find many edible things.

Some fruits and vegetable, though still green, seldom an animal and at times other things I can't even tell what they are.

These kind of orange fruits I found inside dirty puddles, they tasted like cheese or strange meat. Their flesh was homogeneous and melting. It had no seeds or anything. Just orange jelly water raisins of some sort.

They actually improved my digestion manifold, but I can't say why. Who knows but Blume?

Blume is about to wake up, I can feel it. I feel her moving around inside of me, lazing a little perhaps too.

I hope she'll feel better too and will have found a better balance with her mind and powers as well.

I partially understand that it's hard to do so. Refuse to grow power on overall is like for a colony of bacterias, or a plant, to refuse growing despite everything allowing it. It's going against all of her instincts. Going against instincts for a more complex and longer term investment, it's a culture we make.

This makes us humans.

Some part of me still feels lukewarm toward her, as solitude and pain made me nostalgic for someone else.

And we'll need to discuss what should not be. The wishes my daiûa may grant me, or trick me playing with.

Because in the end, if anything and everything is possible, I may as well ask for it. But I'm educated enough to understand everything in reality has limits, even if I can't perceive them. It was impossible for a human to fly without a balloon in my time, there's a fair chance my insane wishes are still unrealistic.

I'm not asking for a world ruling power or immortality or anything ridiculous like that though. Wait... I've already had a taste of immortality.

It was unpleasant, body and memory in shambles. But returning from dead to life was a sensation... Not something I expected.

And given what she shown me with weight lifting, she might be able to give me a flying wooden ship if I ever asked for it.

I wonder where the new limits are, since reality became much softer and discretely wider.

Anyway, we'll discuss all of that. I'll hear what she wants too. Though I have a fair idea of what it will be. Simply to be allowed to stay with me.

I love her far more than enough for that.

Meanwhile, I keep walking southward. I know Venezia isn't in this direction, but given what Italia has become, I doubt the city is still worth visiting nowadays. It might have sunk hundreds of years ago already.

Though I guess.. As much as possible, humanity certainly didn't let this rich treasure of a city disappear over time. We may have moved it fully a few miles up the coast. Some ancient monuments can be moved. Still, the truth is also that I've had a little more than enough with this rainy peninsula.

And by the time I reach Sicilia, Blume will have returned, and we'll figure out how to cross the sea.

Why not? I've heard of one of the seven wonders of the Antique world that survived millennia. Not centuries but millennia.

Even my past life is not as old as that. Millennia. Thousands of years. A width of time hard to grasp or withstand. And yet... Something survived it.

Something I want to see. I want to see that humanity still has its victory over time itself.

And against understanding also. Because no matter the era, people seeing it must have asked, why? They were certainly impressed, but also wondering why we did such a thing.

Why? At the time, it might have been only a political move, and little more. The truth is the reason matters less than it seems, even more now. And I think it would be dangerous to think too much about that principle, or try to apply it elsewhere. So, let's move on to something else for now.

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The cities are in a worse shape in this area. In this old country actually. It's in ruins, far more decayed and damaged ruins that I'm used to see. Which is saying something nowadays. And also means that I'm speaking on an average, because cities turned to naught but gravel I've seen everywhere.

The pounding in my chest isn't alone from the emotion of what I see and discover. Today, she returns to me.

And as I walk, I see it sprout. I see the buds grow, blossom and bloom.

The pale white roses return on my chest.

At long last. I missed them and her so much that my eyes are tearing up.

My voice is rather hoarse. I clear my throat and welcome the awoken flower at soft last.

R - Welcome back my dear Blume...

The flower emits a single soft metallic sound. I embrace her.

Welcome back, flower on my heart.

I missed you too she says.

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It took her a while, because she willingly turned back from the light, and went down to where she comes from. She acted as a tree who would turn itself upside down against all instinct, in order to heal and rearrange her roots, far below the surface of the world.

She reconstructed a worn out part of herself there, holding back her strong instinctive urge to return to reality again.

She held her breath, long enough to operate below the surface what she needed to do. To heal and to evolve. To grow better and wiser.

I've been quite sad without her. But perhaps have I grown slightly wiser also altogether.

Day light looks more radiant now, with her by my side. Still, a melancholy lingers; though I smile.

Blume missed me, but she has grown a lot in maturity she says.

R - You always looked rather mature to me, since we truly met at least.

B - Now it's a little more true. It may be hard to see or hear, since I've always borrowed your speech. My persona evolved a little I think.

R - So now you want to become like god?

B - Ah ah... No. Regarding that, I'm still not leaning toward that path like the others. I think I'm a little more... adult. That's all. What about you, how have you been? You look a little down.

R - I missed you... And I've come to feel an older feeling of loss then.

B - I know you can't really fully forget about your first meaningful love. It's a part of who you are. I'm sorry I've had you feel sad and lonely for a while my sweet Rose.

R - We'll overcome this sadness. Don't worry.

B - Speaking of yourself with the plural form now? My goodness Rose...

R - I meant that you must have felt similar loneliness down there without me. Didn't you?

There's a silent moment and only a little voice returns.

B -I did... I really did. I wish I could have cried while I was working relentlessly down there. And it's hard to measure how much time passes down there. Every time I lose touch on reality, I'm always anxious to return another century late...

I feel her shivering over my chest. She was as sad as I.

Meanwhile, I walk slowly. Through random pieces of roads.

Either atop of cliffs or last in fields or woods, or endless wastelands of rubbles. The land is ravaged and quiet. Only the many rivers and streams of this land make noise.

At night we make camp. I'm cleaning myself from my slight loss of blood from my periods before heading to sleep.

Blume doesn't comment what I see or do. She's still feeling a little awkward from her return I can say, and so do I.

B - So... What do you want to do next?

I begin smiling, for I have a few ideas.

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